Could you write something like ghost wanting to get reader pregnant / breeding kink… if you’re comfortable thanks💋
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Word count: 1.4k
Pairings: Simon “Ghost” Riley x f!reader
Warnings: talk of pregnancy, breeding kink, manhadling, p in v, penetration, unprotected sex, swearing, creaming (sweetheart)
18+ only ! minors do not interact !
Today you weren't as sore as usual, you wanted to do something nice for him. You weren't the best cook but you could make breakfast without too much of a problem. You gently slipped off the bed, careful not to make even the smallest of noises. You weren't wearing any underwear but seeing as Simon's shirt went down to your knees you didn't see much of a problem. After closing the door to your bedroom you walked into the kitchen. It was spotless, Simon didn't like when things were messy. You opened a few cupboards and drawers looking for all of the materials you needed, by the time you pulled everything out of the fridge that you planned on using, the whole kitchen was a mess, no doubt about to get messier. You made a mental note to clean it up before Simon saw it.
As you were stirring the pancake mix you felt Simon's warm arms wrap around you. The smell of his cologne was can't but not entirely gone. He always smelt so good. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, his arms squeezing you slightly. “You're not supposed to be up yet, I was gonna bring this to you in bed.”
You could feel his smile against your neck, “I could think of something else I'd rather eat in bed.” You flushed at his crass suggestion. He never fails to make you turn red, and no matter how often he whispers inappropriate things in your ear, they always have an effect.
“Knock it off I'm trying to do something,” As you tried to push him off of you he lifted you off your feet, his arms were secured around your waist and he was giving you small kisses on your neck. You kicked your feet uselessly, he didn't budge at all. “Simon put me down,” You sighed in exasperation as you gave up your attempt to get away from him.
“Say please,” You could feel him getting hard behind you. His voice was raspier and when you looked up at him you could see how badly he wanted you. One of his hands slid up your body, cupping your right breast. Your shirt wasn't very thick so when he tweaked your hardening nipple you let out a small yelp, a small wave of pleasure following.
“Please Simon,” It came out as a moan. Your whines only made him smirk. The hand that
Was playing with your tits moved down to the hem of your (his) shirt. He still had one arm wrapped tight around you. He didn't judge at all, it was like you weighed nothing to him.
“Please what?” Simon loved to play with you. His hand slowly dragged up your thigh, getting closer and closer to where you wanted him.
You rolled your eyes at him, “You know what I want,” He gave you a quiet hum. That only pissed you off more. You didn't know if you would rather him put you down or start finger fucking
you. But either one would make you happy if he would just hurry up and choose. Just as his fingers brushed against your clit he let go of you. You would have fallen on your ass if it wasn't for him grabbing your arm and keeping you upright. “Go back to bed so I can finish making this.”
“I have other plans,” You were suddenly bent over the counter. He had lifted you slightly so your toes hardly touched the ground. You grabbed onto the end of the counter trying to stabilize yourself. You felt cool air against your backside as Simon lifted your shirt. He secured it under your stomach so it would cover you up. “Just a shirt huh? Seems like this is what you wanted all along,” His calloused hands scraped against your soft skin. He needed the flesh of your ass, feeling you up before thrusting his hips into you. A small gasp left your lips, he was still wearing pants but the soft feeling brushing against your cunt felt wonderful.
You heard Simon shuffling behind you, and a few seconds later you felt his hard cock pressed against your ass. It always amazed you at how big he was, sometimes you had no idea how he made it fit. He ran the tip down your folds, your juices spreading around his dick. One of his hands gripped your waist, the hold tight enough to bruise. The other held the base of his cock as he aligned it with your entrance. When you pushed your hips back, desperate for him to be inside of you, all he did was chuckle. His deep voice made you even needier, “Patients sweetheart.”
“I'm not the one who needs to be patient, you've been cycling me every second of every day just to get me pregnant.” You rolled your eyes again, he's such a hypocrite.
“Just think of how pretty you would look with your belly all swollen with my child,” At that thought, he let out a grunt, a small part of his restraint was slipping. That always seemed to happen when he thought about that. You squeezed your eyes shut as he pushed into you, a sharp pain hitting your abdomen. Simon only went in a few inches before pulling out to the tip and then pushing back in more. As the pain subsided you started to get impatient again. You loved how full you felt when he was inside of you. And what he said did make your heart flutter.
“If you want me pregnant then you're going to have to fuck me, not just tease,” A sly smile grew on your lips as you heard him sigh. His hands grabbed both of your hips, and the second he was fully inside of you he drew out. You whined at him but that was quickly replaced by a moan as he drove into you. Simon didn't give you any time to adjust as he fucked you. Granted you did taunt him but he's usually a lot more gentle, not that you're complaining.
Your mouth fell open at the overwhelming pleasure Simon was giving you. His pace was hard and fast, you felt a twinge of pain every time he hit your cervix but that made it all the more pleasing. Every sound he made, even if it was just a grunt or small whimper stirred you even more. Your veins felt like lava as your orgasm got closer. “God, I can't fucking wait until you're pregnant, ill be so fucking gentle with you sweetheart,” His voice was getting raspy. You could tell by the slight stutter in his hips that he was getting close. The sounds you were making for him made him fuck you harder. You chanted his name like a prayer. “When I come I don't want you to let a single drop out, keep it in okay sweetheart?” His head fell back on his shoulders as you moaned your response.
“S-So close Si,” Your walls spasmed around Simon, and when he brushed against a certain spot you finally hit your sweet release. Your mind raced as you were thrown into a state of euphoria. You heard him swear as he came inside of you, a warm feeling filling your stomach. There was a thick ring at the base of Simon's cock as he pulled out of you, you did your best to keep it all inside of you but you could feel some of his release slid down the inside of your thigh.
“Naughty girl,” Simon used his middle finger to push it back inside of you. He bent over you and placed a kiss between your shoulder blades.
matt and chris are 100% prison for life by olivia rodrigo (unreleased) coded
he's not outwardly overprotective, it shows through subtle behaviours and body language
if you guys are walking on the sidewalk, he's on the outside (the side closest to the road)
if you ever try to walk on the outside of the sidewalk, he's quite literally grabbing your shoulders and moving you to the inside
sleeps on the side of his bed closest to the door
if you're at a party, he's passing any drinks that are made for you by other friends (it's rare that chris, nick, or matt can't make them) to chris or nick to test before you drink it.
he always carries a hoodie or stores one in the car for you, especially if you're wearing something more revealing, and it's not because he wants you to cover up, it's because he knows you get cold easily.
he's always got a hand in your back pocket if you're wearing jeans/pants with pockets, he just wants people to know he's your boyfriend without being overly affectionate
the second any guy lays a hand on you, he's in between the two of you with him behind him, he's not scared to get physical if a guy is too touchy or persistent
he made a rule one night that if he gets in a fight, nick has to shield you from the sight of him physically fighting someone, he doesn't care how but he made nick promise to not let you see that
there was one time where he was about to punch a guy but he saw you out of the corner of his eye so he picked you up, threw you over his shoulder, carried you over to nick and made nick hold you to his chest when he went back to punch the guy
he refuses to let you do any sort of heavy lifting because he doesn't want you getting hurt
if you're walking around in public, he's holding your hand and is walking slightly in front of you with one his brothers or friends walking behind you.
will literally pull your seatbelt across you if you don't put it on quick enough.
he is aware that you're capable of holding your own, he never doubts that for a second, but he always wants you to be safe and he would never be able to live with himself if something happened to you while he was around.
Di, radhey radhey, I only wanted to know you also see kanha as your lover
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I don't know how to describe it, but I have so many bhavas for Kanha, and it keeps changing from time to time. Sometimes it is Madhurya, or Vatsalya, or Dasya Bhava while sometimes it's Sakhya Bhava. It's like I don't have to name it, I just hope he knows that I love him.
Since everyone thinks that Aemond killed her, does that mean that Daemon will order Blood and Cheese because of reader’s death instead of Luke’s? Because with Daemon being Daemon I feel like there is no way he is letting that slide
Yes, Daemon sends Blood and Cheese, but they kill Jahaera instead of Maelor. "A daughter for a daughter" (which will cause a very different outcome for the resolution of the war, since Jahaera married Aegon in the canon)
Since Daeron left for Oldtown soon after reader's death, is not that easy to try and kill him, but he tells Ulf White and Hugh Hammer to "bring Daeron's head on a spike and his cock on a jar" which doesn't happen because Ulf and Hugh are the two betrayers for a reason.
Jacaerys had to be persuaded to not leave the north and go to Oldtown to kill Daeron after he heard what happened, Cregan Stark told him the best he could do to honor you was making sure the blacks won, and that if Daeron was alive when they took KL, the northern men would gladly hand him to Jacaerys and Rhaenyra.
It was finally Baela and Addam Velaryon who won the battle of Tumbleton and killed Daeron.
The reason of their animosity towards Daeron was because it was known that him and reader had something going on, and some said that Daeron betrayed reader and told Aemond she planned to run away. I think Baela and Rhaena knew Daeron didn't do it, but they still saw it as him failing their sister, and they overall need someone to blame for her death (someone who isn't half roasted half ash)
Daemon wanted to kill Daeron himself, but he allowed Baela to do it (though he would've liked for him to be brought to Dragonstone to give him some Tyland Lannister treatment) so he replaced Baela at the Fall of King's Landing
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dis is the sweetest thing everrrrr!! thank you nonnie! youre too kind! <3 I really needed this! its been rough! ❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥
